Black market mad house, modern-day Bedlam.
They all came to watch me count rose petals,
Blushing to the ears in my corner,
As Joey and Donnie made rainbows
With their snot, and Maria sang and wept
For O.J., the invisible monkey whose beauty,
She said, was too divine for anyone but her
To see.
A family of four came one Saturday.
The young daughter pointed me out.
"I want him!" she pleaded.
Her parents conceded.
Now I have the walls of a whole house
To draw on, and a whole family
To drive mad.
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